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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.