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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.