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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Remains 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.