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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Nas,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
June of 44,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.