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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.