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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.