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 States and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.