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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.