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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.