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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Q65,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.