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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.