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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
ABBA,
ABC,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.