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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.