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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cowsills to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Jandek,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Mars,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.