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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.