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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.