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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Wire,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.