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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.