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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
The Litter,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
UT,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.