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 Uganda 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.