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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.