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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.