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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.