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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Skaos,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.