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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.