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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.