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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.