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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 Flipper 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Index,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.