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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.