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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.