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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.