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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Swans,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.