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 Egypt and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.