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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Index,
the Germs,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.