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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.