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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.