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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.