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 Laos 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
UT,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.