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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.