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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.