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 Tanzania 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.