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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 The Sonics to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.