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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.