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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Tim Buckley 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.