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 Korea North 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.