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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the techno 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.