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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.