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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.