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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.