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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
New Order,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.