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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.