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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.