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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 UT 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.