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 Barbados 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Q65,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.