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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.