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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s 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 Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.