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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Smog,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.