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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Adolescents to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
The Index,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.