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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.