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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
AZ,
UT,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.