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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
X-102,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
JFA,
Ossler,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.