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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.