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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Monolake,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.