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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Happenings 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.