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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.