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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.