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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
Visage,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.