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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
DNA,
PIL,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.