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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.