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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Severed Heads 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
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.