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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.