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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.