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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Gong,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.