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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.