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 Korea North 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.