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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.