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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.