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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.