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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.