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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.