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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scion 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.