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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.