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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
the Germs,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.