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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.