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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.