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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.