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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.