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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.