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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Swans,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.