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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.