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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Nas,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.