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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.