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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.