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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.