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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.