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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.