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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Technova,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.