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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.