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 Samoa and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Darondo,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Main Source,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.