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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.