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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.