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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.