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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.