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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.