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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
June Days,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.