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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.