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 East Timor and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Niagra,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.