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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.