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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.