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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy 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?
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.