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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 808 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.