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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.