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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.