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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Index,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.