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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.