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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.