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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.