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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.