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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.