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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.