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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.