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 Grenada 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.