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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.