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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.