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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.