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 Lithuania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion 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?
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.