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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
New Order,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.