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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
the Association,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
X-101,
MC5,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.