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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.