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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Black Pus to the grime 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.