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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.