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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Pole,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
The Wake,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.