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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
The Slits,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.