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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.