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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.