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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.