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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.