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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.