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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.