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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Qualms,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.