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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.