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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.