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 Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.