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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Gories to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.