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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.