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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.