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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.