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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.