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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.