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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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 J.B.'s,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.