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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.