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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Q65,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.