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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.