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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.