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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.