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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Index,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.