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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.