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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.