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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.