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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.