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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Organ,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.