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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.