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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.