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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.