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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.