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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Sparks to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.