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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.