Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
MDC,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.