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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.