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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Interpol to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.