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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.