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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.