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 Kiribati 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.