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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.