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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.