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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.