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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.