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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.