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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Model 500,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.