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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.