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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Wire,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.