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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.