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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.