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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Cramps to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Wire,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Neu!,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.