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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.