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 India and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.