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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.