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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
UT,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
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.