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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.