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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Can,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.