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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.