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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.