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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 Robert Palmer 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.