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 Liberia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 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 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.