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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Wire,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
CMW,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.