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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.