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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.