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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.