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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
PIL,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Mars,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.