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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.