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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.