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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.