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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Lalann,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.