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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
the Human League,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.