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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.