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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.