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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Mars,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.