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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Germs to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.