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 China 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
UT,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.