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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.