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 Norway 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.