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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.