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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.