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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.