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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Index,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.