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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.