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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.