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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.