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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.