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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Excepter to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.