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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.