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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
MDC,
AZ,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.