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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.