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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside 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 techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.