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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.