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 Monaco and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Mars,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.