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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.