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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
X-102,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.