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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.