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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.