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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Faust,
Erasure,
June Days,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.