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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.