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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.