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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.