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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.