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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.