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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.