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 China and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Television,
cv313,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.