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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.