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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
The Martian,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.