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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.