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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.