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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Faust,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.