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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
The Monks,
Quantec,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.