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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Wire,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.