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 Senegal 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.