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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
AZ,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.