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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
X-102,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
June Days,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.