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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.