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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.