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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.