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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.