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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.