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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Japan,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.