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 Belarus 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.