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 Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.