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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.