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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 Manila and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.