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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Monks,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.