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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
The Monks,
the Germs,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.