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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
X-102,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.