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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.