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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.