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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.