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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Smog,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.