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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.