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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Gong,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.