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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 Halifax and Bremen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.