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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Slave,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.