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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.