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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.