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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.