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 Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.