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 Denmark 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Velvet Underground 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.