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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.