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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.