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 Congo 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.