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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.