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 Luxembourg 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.