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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.