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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.