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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.