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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.