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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.