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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.