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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Aswad,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Slave,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.