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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.