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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Subhumans to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.