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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.