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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.