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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Section 25,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Wings,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.