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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.