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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Lille.
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 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.