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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.