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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.