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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.