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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the punk 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Slave,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.