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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.