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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.