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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.