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 Jordan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flipper to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.