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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
DNA,
X-102,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.