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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Wings,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.