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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.