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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.