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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Can,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
The Litter,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.