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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.