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 Lesotho 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.