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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Organ,
Yellowson,
DNA,
The Names,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.