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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Brick,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.