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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.