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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Brick,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.