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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.