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 Bulgaria 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
Organ,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.