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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.