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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Swans,
Warsaw,
New Order,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Excepter,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.