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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.