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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.