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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.