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 Malaysia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.