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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.