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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.