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 India and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.