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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Trojans to the grime 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.