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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.