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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.