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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Brick,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.