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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.