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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Can,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
ABC,
MC5,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Pole,
Mars,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.