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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Invisible to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.