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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.