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 Moldova 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
The Index,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.