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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 L. Decosne 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.