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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Nas,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.