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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.