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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Swans to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.