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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.