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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.