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 Uzbekistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.