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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.