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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.