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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.