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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Technova,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.