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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.