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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.