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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.