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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.