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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Chrome 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.