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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Zeros to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.