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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.