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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Wire,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.