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 Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Scientists,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Index,
Flipper,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.