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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Visage,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
PIL,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.