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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.