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 Peru and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.