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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
the Association,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.