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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.