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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Nas,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.