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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.