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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
PIL,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
The Move,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.