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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.