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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.