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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.