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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Pole,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.