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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.