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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.