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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.