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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.