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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.