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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.