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 Uruguay 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.