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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.