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 Monaco 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Mummies to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.