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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.