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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.