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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.