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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.