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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.