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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.