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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
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.