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 Belize and from Halifax.
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 Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.