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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Infiniti 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Index,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.