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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.