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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.