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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Wire,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.