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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Black Pus,
10cc,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.