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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.