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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.