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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.