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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.