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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.