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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Swans to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.