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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Faust,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.