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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Index,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.