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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.