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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.