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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.