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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.