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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
The Gories,
The Slits,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
the Slits,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.