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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Maurizio 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.