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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.