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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.