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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
The Index,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.