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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.