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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.