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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.