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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 The Durutti Column 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.