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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Motorama,
New Order,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
MC5,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.