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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Slits to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.