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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Brick,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.