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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Index,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.