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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.