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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth 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?
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.