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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.