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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.