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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.