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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.