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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.