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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.