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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.