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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
CMW,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.