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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Can,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.