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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Japan,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Gong,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.