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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.