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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Monks,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.