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 Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Can,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Crime,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.