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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.