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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.