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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.