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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.