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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.