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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.