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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Slave,
Monolake,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.