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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Niagra,
Mars,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.