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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.