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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
New Order,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Wire,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.