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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.