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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.