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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
the Germs,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.