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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.