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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Slave,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.