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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.