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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
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.