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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.