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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.