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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.