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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.