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 Germany and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.