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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.