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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
PIL,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.