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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.