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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.