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 Nigeria 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
The Evens,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.