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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.