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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.