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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.