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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Liliput,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.