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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.