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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.