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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
ABC,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.