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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.