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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Urselle,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.