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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.