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 Belarus 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.