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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.