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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.