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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.