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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.