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 Hong Kong.
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 Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.