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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.