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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.