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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
ABC,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.