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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Television,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.