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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.