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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Lalann,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.