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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
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.