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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Gories to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Slave,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.