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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.