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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.