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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.