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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.