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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Gories to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.