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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.