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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Cure to the punk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.