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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.