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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 One Last Wish 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
X-101,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.