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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Television,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.