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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Roxette,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.