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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Mars,
Ronan,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.