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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.