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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.