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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Pylon to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.