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 Montenegro 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
The Index,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.