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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.