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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.