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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.