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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.