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 Laos and from Portland.
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 Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Mars to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.