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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.