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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.