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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.