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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.