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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.