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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cure to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.