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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.