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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.