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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.