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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.