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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.