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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
MC5,
Fear,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.