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 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.