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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.